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Nov 2017
There's snow dew
between my fingers now
and I hold a loving kiss
in my hand.
I will bring it to you
wherever you are
and only then
will I open my hand
to let it fly to you
and give you
the same shivers I get
whenever I think of you.
18. 2. '16
from the collection β€œMenu of love”
Gianfranco Aurilio
Written by
Gianfranco Aurilio  Italy
(Italy)   
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